It's time to wake up from robotic parenting. This is your wake-up call. Just open your eyes and count to 10. Join us in the 10-step movement that will lead us from humanoid parent back to human being (and our kids from puppets back to people).
Hello? Life is calling!

The soccer dad, dressed in cream-colored fleece and green pants, eerily blending in with the soccer nets and the field as he stands there like a fixture all Saturday and half of Sunday; The friend emailing with gaze fixed at the computer outputting an update to her friends:“We have hockey three times a week, dance class, violin, and karate…”, with hardly a mention of herself at all (except to tell you that she's upped her dosage of Prozac); The mom, who suddenly short-circuits when after dropping her son off at school he asks her to drive back with a different sandwich for his lunch and yells, "This is what I’ve become?! My kid’s employee?!...

Meet the Automamoms and the Daddroids.

The six-year-olds staring into their i -Phones with masked, not mischievous faces; the kid coming home from a full day of planned activities with two hours left before bedtime who asks, "What are we going to do when we get home?";the fifteen-year-old cheating on his test because if he doesn’t get the highest score in the class he feels he’s worthless…

Meet the Botkids.

Welcome to Robotic Parenting. Had enough?

With our quest to be perfect parents, we have reduced ourselves to mere machines. We have renounced our own goals, dreams, and needs, for the sole function of raising the perfect child.With the quest to raise the perfect child, we have reduced our children to robots. We have programmed our children simply to perform, while neglecting the development of their inner selves:their imagination, compassion, self-awareness, motivation, creativity…

We are the Automamoms and the Daddroids.It’s nice to meet you.Don’t ask us about ourselves because we really can’t answer – wehave lost our identities.Ask us our names and we will pause only long enough to tell you, “I’m Jane’s mom…” and, “I’m Justin’s dad…”

Meet our Robokids.Please note that they won’t care about meeting you unless you talk about them.Ask them their names and anything else that concerns them, and they will tell you.Then they will be silent. Perhaps waiting for instruction.

In our impossible quest to be perfect parents, we have lost our selves as people.And we are destroying all that makes us – and our children – human.

The good news is parenting is a behavior and behavior can be changed.

This is your wakeup call.Hello?Are you in there?Life is calling…

The Ten Steps for going from humanoid parent back to human being

1. Put yourself first (at least sometimes).

2. Keep the family together.

3. Don't be your child's friend.

4. Get disorganized.

5. Bore your kids.

6. Put your children to work.

7. Miss the soccer game.

8. Pare down.

9. Tell your children they did not do a good job.

10. Get back in the real world.

Quiz: Are you a Robotic Parent?

Instructions: choose (1) or (2). Add up the points at the quiz's end.

1. For you, a "driving range" is defined as:

(1) green grass, blue skies, and your yellow golf balls(2) the miles between hockey rinks (soccer fields, etc.) your child plays on during traveling team games

2. How well does your child know spiderman (barbie, etc.)?

(1) pretty well, by reading or watching a dvd they were in(2) very well, as spiderman (barbie, etc.) has come to see him personally, at his birthday party

3. You artfully arrange a double sleepover (away) for your two kids on a Saturday night so you can:

(1) seduce your husband(2) finish up studying how to help your kids with their homework

4. After a game of tennis with your daughter, you:

(1) give her a bottle of water, to rehydrate(2) give her your remote control, thank her, and leave the room

5. You are cleaning the dinner dishes yourself because:

(1) your kids are in full body casts from a freak accident and can't help(2) your kids are busy texting their friends

Scoring: If you scored 5 points, you are still a human person. If you scored 7-9, you are in the danger zone. If you scored 9 or 10, you have crossed over and become a robotic parent. Time for the 10 steps...

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

the luncheon

I just got home from an adult playdate (I can't stop using this formal term, "playdate". Why?! Whatever happened to just "coming over"?) I need to stop using this term so casually because "adult playdate" sounds at least R rated and i'm just talking about going to my friend's house for a visit. Anyway, I went to my friend "Sandy"'s house and she had another friend stop by. This other friend was very nice and she stayed for some tea. We sat during this rated G adult playdate in the living room drinking an amazing tea whose exotic herbs could have made it at home both in our tea cups in suburbia and in the bag of a shaman in Kenya. The tea was doing its job, producing a medicinal-like effect - the (temporary) relaxation of three moms with typical perma-angst about their kids. Until....

"How's Cannon doing?" Lisa asked Sandy.

"Well he's not into football anymore. He's just not that good at it."

"Oh that's too bad," Lisa responded.

"Yeah I know. I'm really frustrated."

I sat there in silence, my face lingering over the cup, enjoying the heat stroking my chin from below, before softly wafting into my nasal passages, clearing my head from the inside.

"I really want Cannon to find the sport that he likes. I just don't know what to do. He's just not that good at football. And we tried hockey and that didn't work...."

"It's just so important to find your sport." Lisa responded with a knowing look of concern and support.

The way my old and new friend were describing him, Cannon could have been a wayward twenty-something, 6 months out of college with no direction for his career,struggling to find his "thing". But he wasn't. He was a 9-year-old boy in elementary school, not interested in or maybe not good at a sport.

I was confused. I hadn't joined in the conversation and I felt as if maybe I was missing something. My friends were flummoxed and anxiety-ridden over a grade-school child's lack of mastery over a sport. And I couldn't help noticing the use of "we", as in, "We tried hockey and that didn't work...." Did Sandy try hockey or did Cannon? Did Sandy and her husband try hockey for Cannon? Why was Sandy so involved in what was essentially Cannon's recreation? Since when have parents tried so hard to manufacture, manage, and even integrate themselves into their children's playtime?

I didn't get it. But then I questioned myself - while my son was happy for the moment playing soccer, why wasn't I researching and preparing for his next atheletic pursuit? And, how happy and good was he, really, at soccer? ...

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Hi. Thanks for visiting Robotic Parenting! I am a mom of three wonderful (of course I'm not biased) kids, who’s been fighting robotic parenting from within the trenches for the past thirteen years. I'm also a health care professional - a Clinical Nurse Specialist in psychiatry, certified in child and adolescent mental health. As a mental health professional, I've treated parents and children harmed by robotic parenting. (As a mom, I've treated myself with yoga, running, and other endeavors that help maintain my perspective in our crazy parenting culture.)
My goal is to provide a forum through which we can eventually come to revel in our modern parenthood by making healthier choices that will enable both us parents and our children to live happily and fully. I embrace the opportunity to share with you the 10 steps, born of both a mother's approach and a therapist's techniques, that have worked to maintain sanity and wholeness in my and my children's lives. I embrace the opportunity to share your ideas and experiences.